At the Bottom

And I see them from a distance. And she grabs his hand and pulls him in. The music pulsing through them both in whirlwind beats. Noise exploding around them. The crowd moving to the energy. And the song that she said always makes her cry is pounding across the floor and the stage and the walls and their skin in heaving waves. And with their eyes locked on each other I can finally see who that song belonged to. And I shut my eyes to block them out. Because I’ve realized it’s not my eyes she’s searching for even when she’s lost deep in their shadowed depths. She’s only drowning in him. Always drowning in him. And she lets him pull her in his undertow.